dramatispersonae

[microphone on:]

[normal voice] What I am expected to say... [pause]

[slow and measured, gentle voice] Love is like a loving lake of loving love. Flowing through loving streams of loving time. And yet my heart yearns for you at the end of that journey! Won't you be mine?

I adore everything about you... [pause] Such as... [LONGER PAUSE] things! Oh, the things you do!

[rushing the next words to make up for the pauses] So please, open up your heart, if you've got one! And let the love that is inside rush out!

[switching back to brusque tone] And hey, Konatsu, if you hear this, come by and let's spar again sometime! I all ready proved I can lift you if I got my heart into it!

[switches back to 'regal'] Love... uh, Anonymous.

[END]

Is this thing on? Awesome. I should use one of these more often. Anyway.

Hey, mystery girl. If you’re reading this, the first thing I want to say is sorry. I might not remember much, but I know I was wandering around for a long time before I found that old lady, and now I’ve been at this place for a while. So if you’re worried about where I got to… well, okay, you’ve got a pretty good reason to be worried. I’ve got to a pretty weird place, but that’s okay, because I’m going to remember everything again.

That means you, too.

It’s weird: I can remember barely remembering you, which is like remembering twice removed or something. You were the only thing I was sure about. I was totally stoked when I thought I was close to you, so I’m pretty sure I like you a lot. I think at some point over the last few years you got to be really, really important to me. You might be the most important thing in my old life, and in a seriously good way. So yeah. I’m not really good with word stuff, but that’s why I think I love you.

I can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait to remember more about you. I can’t wait to see you again. So… wait for me for a little bit too, okay?

To whom it may concern,
It is true that I may have forgotten you, but my heart still looks for you. With every scent on the wind, I wonder if it is your scent, with every color, I wonder if it is the color of your eyes. I search the faces, but do not find yours. I am held, but it brings no comfort. Only my subconscious knows your existence is out there, somewhere, my first love. If we are lucky, maybe we could at least meet in long-forgotten dreams, and wake up feeling whole.

Dearest,

Though I can't be there with you, my heart is forever yours and I remain by your side in spirit always.

On the battlefield of love, you fire the first and last shot. Anyone who risks meeting you on the field would fall for you, so they’ve got no chance. One or one hundred, it doesn’t matter -- you’ll take them on all at once. The moment they set foot on that field and bear their hearts, its ‘game over.’

Why? Well...you’ve got a pair of perfectly shaped missiles. Anyone who comes at you is going to have to stop short to take a good look, and no one can afford to stand still on the battlefield.

That’s just the fact you’ve got them. Don’t even get me started on what would happen if you actually decided to use those things. With just those two you could light up everything in sight.

In...flames of passion.

[Alice may have figured out the microphone, but certainly not how to edit whatever she's saying :D;]

Oz, I love you the most! You're my manservant, so it's only natural that you're my favorite. Your memories are the best ones since so many have to be about me. I can learn the most from you! There are a lot of other people I might be able to get information from, but they can't have been with me as much as my own manservant so they're obviously more useless than you. You're going to remember the most about me. ♥ I know you won't leave out any details.

And what other person is there who'll have to listen to all of my orders? My team should too, of course, but they're not very good at it. I Maybe if I really do become Ruby then Ruby will listen to me! But don't worry, you'd still be my favorite. You're the one that said you would protect me. I don't like to need it . . . but that gave me a warm feeling. I don't really understand, but I want to feel it again . . .

That's why you're my favorite.

Dear Handsome, Fair Carnelian Prince!

From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I felt like I could hear destiny's call! Your golden tresses like a dragon's treasure hoard, your deep blue eyes that sparkle and shine like fluorite! I never knew someone could be so completely dreamy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm soooooooo flushed for you! To an extent that is truly disgusting! I can't take it anymore. You're all I think of, night and day! You make my cardiovascular organ beat like the wings of a flightbeast, fluttering and quick! When you pass by me, I feel myself faint and near to swooning! But it's like you don't even know I exist.

If only I weren't so shy, I would say to you: take me now! Together we could engage in such scandalous yet biologically reproductive activities all day long! My body, it yearns for you! I quiver now just writing this, thinking of you. Oooooh I feel so wicked and ashamed! If I don't stop here, I fear these red feelings will overcome me completely!

So there you have it. Please don't think less of me for taking advantage of such a cowardly opportunity to confess my true feelings! I don't think I could bear the thought.

Yours forever,
An anonymous admirer <33333333

Love Notes:
- You can have sex with whoever, but you only have one true love
- Except even if you love someone and they won't date you you can still love other people instead later??
- Actually it's really confusing, maybe not all of the above things are true. (Or the below things?)
- Dating is done with someone you want to kiss and stuff
- Sometimes people are lying even if they say that they love you
- I think that maybe love is not something that you can decide things about because it kind of just happens or doesn't happen and it's pretty annoying to figure out. So even if you decide to love someone in particular it doesn't work unless you actually do.
- Somehow people can know ahead of time that they never will date you?
- If you love each other, you tell the other person everything, and they'll tell you everything. It will probably be OK.
- Hanging around people and touching them is supposed to make them want to date you more but it doesn't actually work?
- Not sure what makes people love you
- Actually I'm not sure at this point how love and attraction and sex are even supposed to be related because they seem like totally different things??? Probably true love means all of those things at once.
- Love by itself is mostly just wanting to see someone a lot and wanting them to pay attention to you more than anyone else and maybe some other stuff that might be hard to explain.

I stopped doing anything about love since a lot of things happened so this is just what I remember from asking people before and what I noticed myself. What's an "oad" anyway?

My dearest heart,

Though the rising sun promises another chance to rest my eyes on your beautiful smile, the night forces me to end our time together for that cursed necessity, sleep. As I lay my head to my pillow, I hope and pray that I will again meet you in my dreams. There, may I be able to pull you close, and be blessed with a kiss from your lips. Though you may laugh and call me unromantic for not closing my eyes when we kiss, it gives me pleasure to see you. But alas, all the joy and time in the dreamy paradise with you ends with the rising dawn. Bittersweet, for as I part company with you, I may yet again reach for you just beyond my door.

A thousand kisses from you to I would not be enough. One hundred years in your eternal company would not sate me. All the wealth and power this world could offer pales in comparison to all that you have given me and continue to offer to me. All that makes me bright and joyful lays in that moment when you slip your hand in mine and smile.

I can only hope that I bring you as much happiness as you always bring to me with open arms. All that I am lays ready and waiting to act upon even the merest desire from you.

With the sincerest of love,
Your beloved

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'd like to cut off your head,
and then serve it to you.

Dearest darling Pretty Knight Female,

I'd like to XXXXX you tenderly on the grass until you XXXXX shouting my name.

Please come see me for a good time.

Yours fully,

Your secret admirer

P.S. I don't do feelings but that's cool right hunny?

[...all this Kunzite has turned in are ten different sheets of paper, all crumbled and covered in scratched out lines....

o no wait one survived]

Dear Lenalee,

Lets have a food sometime with Allen!

--~~Autu~~RaAuRabi

I just thought you should know, spending time with you have been [scribbled out words] fun. You're very [MORE SCRIBBLED OUT WORDS] witty. I think if you can fly as well as you can talk, you'd make a good [SCRIBBLE SCRIBBLE] friend.

I’ve been thinking lately: breaking bones and slicing skin both hurt, but the truth is, love hurts, too.

I’m jealous of people who can write a letter to one person. It’s simple, isn’t it? You can pour your feelings out for that person, write about how you want to be together forever, tell them you want to see them happy always. It seems so certain. I’d say it’s unfair, except that it’s all my own fault for falling in love with two people.

Would it be better if I hadn’t remembered one of you? I love watching you smile. I love being close to you. I love laughing with you. I love how warm and cared for I feel when I’m with you. I love you – both of you – but it’s painful knowing that someday the three of us will have to be two of us.

I’m sorry, both of you.

To my dearest and most beautiful, lovely, shimmering and sparkling Narcissus,

Your face glistens like an empty dinner plate -- so luminous that it puts any food to shame. Your nose is straighter than a silver spoon and your lips even more luscious than a rotund tomato. In fact, comparing your lips to such a juicy and plump fruit is a crime. Instead I should say your lips are even more luscious than the first morning's dew, hanging from a minute bough of emerald greenery. I would speak on your ears but there is nothing to say. No words can describe how perfect and ear-like they are, situated on the sides of your head . . . just so.

To compare your skin to something of this world would be to imply that you walked among us. I'm fairly sure -- no, absolutely certain -- that you float. Your feet are too perfect for the ground. And if you don't float then it is simply the halo of your beauty that lifts you up in our eyes.

And so I confess to you my undying, unwilting love. May we someday make lustrous forests between us.

Dear Imaginary Person I Like,

I think you're really cool. Normally I would say how, but there isn't anyone I actually like that way (at least that I remember) so it's kind of hard. So I guess pretend there are some compliments here? This is kind of a weird situation.

So, um, imaginary person I like, I guess I'm too embarrassed to admit it in person but I hope you like me back. But since you don't know who I am, it's hard to tell, so I hope you're happy someone out there likes you, and that this isn't creepy or anything.

Your Secret Admirer

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart and the depths of my soul, thank you. In the moment that I feared my world would cease, when I was broken and could no longer see the path before me, you saved me. Words can never capture the roil of emotions you stirred that day when you appeared and smiled right into my soul as you pledged your faith to me when the blackest of despair threatened to destroy everything I ever was.

You saved the broken me and promised to stand with me and help me heal. Though true, I think "I love you" is too small to encompass the truth of my emotions. I don't deserve your faith, your love, but I'll cling to it with all the strength I have left in me from now into forever. Into your gentle hands alone will I trust the flicker of flame in my heart.

I don't know why it's any of this Persona's business how I feel, but he never said names were required. And maybe if I do this stupid thing, I might be able to remember more about you.

I would've liked to tell you more about what I remembered that other time, but I was too unsure about what it meant. For us. For him. For the both of you.

But... I know how I felt back then. And how you made me feel when I could help you here. I think it was different back home, that you were the one who helped me. I just wish I could've protected you here.

Even if you're safe now... I know you'd really miss being around others. You had that... warmth. I really want to remember more of that. You and him. Those are the only memories I want anymore. I don't care who I was beyond that. But I'm sure I was always a better person as long as you were there. So I'm going to be that here too, and when we find a way to get you and other others out, you won't have to worry anymore. I promise you.

DEAR RAMEN

YOU ARE THE BEST!

~~ESPECIALLY THE ONE IN MY MEMORY!~~

Love… Um, I think it'd be real nice to have someone like that. I'd take care of you, and maybe you'd take care of me a little. And, um, what was it… warmth, yeah, and wantin' to be with you more, I could do that. I'd be real good at all that stuff, and I wouldn't let you down. Um, promise.

To my darling Wrath~

I know you really mean to say "I love you" when you're mad at me! You're so cute when you're flailing and threatening to blow me up. Hell, that's half of why I like you. And when you hear this, you'll probably get mad again! But that's okay. I forgive you in advance.

Your hair is like a sea of gray unicorn manes~ Your eyes are green like angry angry grass! And your dynamite burns like hot passion with an explosive finish!

— What sort of game is this?! Didn't you get enough of these things last night? And why are you guys always so damn interested in relationship crap? Are you researching for some embarrassing novel? I know someone who could do that for you without all these soul-searching tasks or whatever. She'd probably make up something about some crazy woman who wins over all the men with her devious beauty. Then she'd have the lecherous scoundrel who pursues the woman relentlessly only to be defeated by getting run over by a horse. Though I guess that's still better than running around as a fatally wounded slut. Hmm, a slut probably wouldn't work in a romantic story anyway. Then again, it's not like her stories follow any logical order anyway. As long as her characters end up looking the best in the end. I guess that shows a lot of creativity though. And nobody else has that kind of imagination. Okay, Mr. Persona, was that a good enough love note for ya? How about this? We'll even have the heroine wind up with some guy who is as pretty as she is. You like pretty things, right? And the two can spend the rest of the story arguing over who looks the best and coming up with ways to torment the scoundrel, who survives only because she'd say the story would be boring otherwise. And they all live happily ever after or something. Wow, I really think this really has to be the best love note of all of them! Let's jump right to the voting!

Well. I surely don't know much about love letters. But you're a damn pretty gal, even if y'don't think so. I liked that time you patted me on the ass an' then we fought. Should get to know each other sometime. Platonically. Owin' to the possibility of a wife on my end?

[SOMEONE IS HUNGOVER AND ACCIDENTALLY WROTE AN ANONYMOUS CONFESSION INSTEAD]

I don't think I'll ever be able to say this to you personally, so I guess here is fine too. I don't think I can really say all the details either, but... you're important to me. You're an amazing person and you make me so happy all the time that... I feel like crying. That's probably weird... Sorry. You make me a better person and... in any case, I think I probably love you. Is that okay?

There's really too many people I like to write a letter to each one of them, although I wouldn't say I'm in love with anyone . . . Still . . . it would be nice to find out if some people weren't overprotective jerks who can't even have faith in their own sisters to take care of themselves. I think I'm able to decide who is or isn't good enough for me better than someone who can't even figure what his new teammates are like without me to tell him! I guess he thinks I'm too weak and naive to manage on my own. But those certain people should know that the next time he gets angry over a cute boy paying attention to me, I'm going to make sure he's never able to have children. Don't get in the way of a girl's blossoming love!!!

With just a smile - or even better, a laugh - you make my entire day. When we're together, even if things are going a little rough, it's hard to even think about them because I'm thinking about you instead. And the flowers we remember - you know the ones - well, they don't stand a chance against your beauty.

Even though things got a little complicated for us, I'm glad we've got another chance here. You mean everything to me, and I hope you know that; because if I ever had the chance to tell you, this doesn't even begin to describe how I feel, or what you do to me.

Saying "I love you" is only the beginning, after all.

[ There is nothing written on this page, but there is an anatomically correct drawing of a severed human heart. ]

[DICTATED]

Um . . . I love my team? I mean, even if they're really dumb 'bout stuff lately an' we're not gettin' along, they're still really important an' all. An' I wouldn't wanna be on another team 'cuz that'd be weird and I don't think I'd like it. Um . . . oh! An' I feel like I can tell my team anythin', even 'bout my really, really bad memories, 'cuz they um . . . what's the word . . . oh! They support me. Even when it's memories 'bout danerous stuff. An' I know if things get really bad with me here, they can handle it.

So . . . yeah. I love my team.

[scribbled awkwardly, with a few cross-outs]

Dear Knife,

The Persona in charge of this game said we weren't supposed to sign these, which is stupid, because you'll know it was me anyway? This game doesn't have much of a point.

Anyway, you're one of the strongest people I know, and I admire your strength and the way you're usually not dumb about important things. When you're not strong, you still find a way, which is more important. I'm happy we're friends! It means a lot to me. And I'm glad we're dating or whatever. I'm pretty sure we still are.

I don't know, you'd get more out of being brought to this pond than you would out of reading stuff — it's really nice here. I wish we could come back when I'm not stuck to this chair. We could just hang out a while.

Considering that we have a daughter, it’s unnerving that I only remember you as a teenager. I'll hold off on writing a love letter until I remember a little more.

My beloved [redacted],

Ah, how cruel are the winds of fate! To think that when I finally found out what true love meant on that magical night, it would be one the rest of the world doesn't seem to understand. But fear not! For I will not be deterred! Even if society deems a love between two men forbidden, I simply cannot, will not allow them to extinguish these flames of desire for you.

For in my mind is a constant loop of when we first met: The iridescent glow of the aurora in your soft, fluffy hair; the sweet taste of apples and libation and the knowledge that the alcohol wasn't nearly as intoxicating as the feel of your body wrapped in my embrace. You, who is exalted amongst all men, as though you were blessed by Narcissus, the God of Beauty Himself. The one star destined to glimmer in the heavens in tandem with mine as we build a dazzling constellation of affection~♡

Oh, whatever am I to do~? ♡ Even while I write this letter, the very thought of you makes me lose all coherence. I want to shower the ivory column of your neck with kisses as I lay you down slowly onto the sacred altar of our love; to run my hands along every inch of your frame; to taste the skin around your strong, but delicate wrists just before I bind them with the hand cuffs I know you adore so well, then strip you down and cling to your slim, bare hips, driving us closer and closer to the edge until we drown in ecstasy~

I count the seconds until we meet once more ♡

Love,
XXXX

Edited 2011-07-04 15:32 (UTC)

Days pass, and the time we spend in this new life becomes our reality.

We share our past. We share our present. But our future is an open book.

We could try to make things right instead of dwelling on incomplete memories.

We could write it together.

[dictated!] I don't usually do things like this, but I just can't help myself. You walk into the room and it's like the whole world just narrows down to you and me and no one else. People could be yelling my name and I wouldn't hear it, all I can hear is your- your voice, all I can see is you. I want to feel you, to taste- to taste your lips. To know you like no one else. I can't even describe what you do to me.... I want to- [CUTS OFF SUDDENLY]

... You're the best thing in my life.

When we're together nothing else matters... and the rest of the world just fades away. You make me feel happy, warm, like I could do anything at all.

When we're apart everything hurts so much, so bad sometimes I don't want to get up from bed.

But you know I'll always come find you again, no matter where you are.

I don't see the need for all this rampant self-expression. All of this crap about proclaiming your true feelings from the other game, now this. It's all getting a bit sappy, which isn't exactly my favourite emotion. In fact, with my week the way it's been, my season ticket on the sap wagon is starting to get on my nerves.

Anyway, since I'm here and this is going to happen whether I like it or not, I think I'll actually do what I'm told. Weird, huh? But it's kind of a tricky one, because the problem with me is the only secrets, really, are mine. And honestly, with most people I guard them pretty jealously.

I've been struggling lately because a lot of people believe a lot of positive things about me that aren't true. But I think it's really only you who makes me actually want to work not to disappoint you, I guess. Most of the time, I just let people believe what they want. But you say these things with enough conviction that I actually want to believe that I can be what you think I am. And I want you to understand -- from when I hit rock bottom, to where I am now, that's the very best thing you could have done for me. You keep me moving in the right direction.

One day I'll thank you by being everything you always thought I was in the first place.

(Yes, Lloyd, this is about you. Don't laugh or I'll hit you in the face! I'm serious.)

Love is an abstract concept which has no direct bearing on accomplishing anything truly practical or interesting. However, if it may counter violence, which it likely may, if those who would fight are instead involved with romance, or appreciation of another, or I suppose themselves, if that is their preference. —If it may do that, then I can hardly throw it aside, and surely it is indeed important, even if not quite so important as cleverness and intelligence. And if I love, I shall love those who know what is truly important.

You're the opposite of terrible, you know;
I look in your eyes and it's easy to see
That when I'm here with you I don't want to go,
And you're exactly the person you should be.

The world changes around us every day,
Unwilling service or heroic endeavor,
Who knows what will happen with each game that we play,
We can't know what it is or if it's forever.

That doesn't matter much, I have to confess,
When I kiss your lips it makes my heart race,
Whatever you want, the answer is yes.
I'm happiest to see a smile on your face.

This is so difficult.

What would you do if you really liked someone, but everything they know about you is based in something that probably isn't true? It's really difficult . . . but I think that maybe you'd like me for how I really am. Especially because I don't think things between us would ever be serious. I like that, because I'm not serious! And you're not either. And things don't have to be complicated, do they. It can be enough that being around someone makes you happy and it doesn't have to mean anything else.

It's sad that you don't know me as I really am yet. Just give me a little bit more time. I'm working really hard on it.

Love seems to be one of the most complex feelings to understand. How am I supposed to write a love letter that requires me to label my feelings in such a way, when I still wonder if I can understand them correctly?

However, I do feel something I wasn’t aware I could even feel. Those feelings are focused on two people. Remaining anonymous is pointless, though, since they are clearly aware of them. But is based on the importance of those feelings to me and on what humans understand as “love” as a concept that I can say I love them.

One of them surprises me. He is fun to fluster and he can be afraid of what other people might say, but he is stronger now. He shows an intriguing inner strength, he never gives up and he is loud in every way. But more than anything else, he not only was quick to accept who I am, but . . . being around him brings me happiness. I can understand how my feelings work around him better than around anyone else, because he is open about his own feelings.

The other frustrates me, at times. Our conversations and our similarities are what made me interested in him, though. He was different from humans, and that intrigued me. He is often afraid and his tendency to hide his true feelings is frustrating, but I am stubborn. I have no intention of letting him push me away, because I want to remain around him.

I do not care about who is more important. I can’t understand the concept of wanting to love only one person or “needing” only one, but I do feel unwilling to stop my feelings for either of them. And in the end, both are necessary to me.

[ CUT OFF! ]

Game 48

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Liberty (Kunzite)

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